He skillfully retrieved the disinfectant and cotton balls and began to clean Yanchuan’s wound.
Yanchuan obediently sat in the chair, waiting for Navi to tend to his injury.
He watched as Navi put on his glasses and, with utmost care, treated a somewhat minor wound on his knee, pursing his lips, “Is it really that serious?”
What Yanchuan meant was that he only needed a little ointment, no need for Navi to handle it.
After hesitating for a moment, he said, “I’ll do it myself.”
But Navi pressed down on his knee.
“I’ll take care of it,” he glanced at Yanchuan’s slightly reddened palm and added, “How’s your hand? Does it hurt too?”
Navi’s other hand grasped Yanchuan’s slender wrist, flipping his palm over to examine the rosy skin.
Yanchuan also looked at his own palm.
It was from pushing a cart without gloves and not doing much work all day that his palm had become red and irritated.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Yanchuan shook his head, “It just looks a bit red.”
It didn’t hurt, but it certainly looked severe.
And given he had only worked one day, how could he say he was in pain to Navi?
Navi’s gaze lingered on the delicate wrist covered with a flush of red, and there was some dirt on his forearm that seemed to be from who-knows-where.
His snow-white cheeks also bore a smudge, looking like a little flower cat that had just crawled out from somewhere.
He seemed pitiful but also stubborn, unwilling to bow to the person in front of him.
“What kind of work have they assigned you?” Navi asked gently while using a cotton ball to wipe the dirt off Yanchuan’s face. “Is someone bullying you?”
The eastern beauty shook his head.
He was in the prison’s F-class and refused to seek Hesse as a shield; the work he was assigned was not too strenuous, and no one was really bullying him.
But there was Navi, someone who seemed to have a bit of “interest” in him.
“No one is bullying me,” the eastern beauty blinked, “I just got a bit dirty by accident.”
His voice was soft, with a low tone, as if he wasn’t entirely sure himself.
His long, dark eyelashes drooped, trembling gently.
His lips also pressed together, giving off an air of being wronged.
Navi’s expression remained gentle but showed a hint of disapproval.
It was as if he saw right through it, “Alright, I won’t ask anymore. So, someone wants you to follow him?”
Yanchuan nodded slightly.
Navi understood.
“Someone is asking you to follow him, but you don’t want to,” Navi said while applying the ointment. “So he had you do work, making yourself all dirty, right?”
The “wronged” eastern beauty nodded lightly.
“He’s being unreasonable,” the bespectacled doctor first condemned such behavior, then added, “But you know, I’m just a doctor, so I probably can’t do much.”
The eastern beauty shook his head.
“It’s alright,” Yanchuan murmured, “I’m already very happy that you can help me.”
He glanced at his well-treated knee, hesitated, then asked, “Can I come to find you next time?”
As he spoke, Yanchuan looked down, his lowered eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, subtly revealing a glimmer of moisture.
He seemed afraid of being rejected.
Not knowing whom to turn to, he could only appeal to the person who had helped him a few times.
Because he knew those pressuring him were not good people, and he wasn’t sure who to trust, encountering someone who showed him kindness felt like finding a lifesaver.
Navi couldn’t help but smile.
The pitiful yet pure little rose from the east.
Navi grinned, “Of course.”
The eastern beauty’s eyes widened in response, “Then you…”
His soft, rosy lips parted slightly, allowing Navi to see his wet, red tongue.
He seemed shy, lowering his head again while conveying a hint of hope.
Navi’s smile deepened.
His tone unintentionally took on a teasing quality, “You said, as long as I can do it, I’d agree to anything.”
The eastern beauty’s eyes truly lit up a little more.
His long, thick eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes glimmered like they were illuminated by a moonlit glow, “Do you have any food here?”
Navi: ?
What did he just hear?
The eastern beauty blinked innocently, yet his words were not what Navi anticipated.
“I’m a bit hungry,” he said softly, “I haven’t eaten much all day; the food there is awful, I can barely bite the bread, and the soup is terrible.”
The eastern beauty blinked his long lashes, the tips slightly curling up as he dabbed some red on his lips.
He pursed his lips and expressed his true intention.
“Can I eat here in the future?”
【What nonsense, saying all this just to get something from me】
【A strategic retreat, huh】
【Uh-oh, he’s really calculating】
【When will a reliable ‘silent rescuer’ appear in the script? Every storyline needs one of those, don’t they!】
【He probably doesn’t realize that all the eastern beauty wants is just a meal… and is still lost in his thoughts, don’t make me laugh】
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